Skeletons in My Closet (Open)

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What better reason to throw a party than a Birthday? Her father’s, to be exact. Carmine Falcone was more than just a prominent figures in Gotham – in fact, he was the puppet master over the entire region. Her family was more of a dynasty, holding a tight rein on the politics, businesses and crime in Gotham. Whatever he wished was his command, and despite his wishes for a quiet birthday at home, he was thrown a large party to celebrate this rising age. Booking the most lavish hotel ballroom in Gotham, Sofia had little to do with the planning process.

It was well into the party as this point and everyone’s true colors were starting to show. Her fiancée Rocco had already swallowed way too much to drink and had to be carried to his room within a matter of hours. Refusing to assist and sure that they were going to have their share of words the next day, but that didn’t bother him from swearing at her when she refused to turn in for the night with him. It was barely 9 p.m.; the last thing she was going to do was sleep. In fact, she had already found someone else to occupy her time.

Keeping in mind that her father’s toast was at 10 p.m. she allowed herself to indulge in an affair that had been playing out for a matter of months now. For her own selfish gain, she did everything she could to leave emotions out of it as she reunited with the man in one of the darkened, vacant closets down the hall. Making sure that she locked the door, only a few words were said before Sofia allowed her undeniable lust for this man’s power and good looks to get the best of her. Hastily undoing his clean, pressed shirt to expose his chest, her hands made quick work of his clothes as they roamed across the surface of his toned body.

Leaving the tie looped around his neck, she used it to pull him closer as she backed herself into a wall. The brunette typically didn’t like to be cornered, though this was one instance that she didn’t mind. Her dress continued to creep upward toward her waist as they hungrily explored the other. He propped her up against the wall, her shapely thighs wrapped around his waist.

Time passed quickly and the alarm from her phone brought her back to earth. “Shit.” She swore, her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. If she didn’t hurry, she would be late for the toast that she played a key part in. Sofia squirmed in his grasp. “Put me down.” She demanded. Reluctantly he did after an icy look from the brunette and even with the limited light he could tell she was serious. Quickly smoothing her chaotic curls, she pulled her dress back to its proper length on her thigh.

Using her phone as a mirror she fixed any unwanted alterations to her dark make-up. “Get out. Now.” She ordered without even looking up from the make-shift mirror. By the time she was finished ‘fixing’ herself, it would be safe to leave the closet and eliminate the suspicions that would result in both of them leaving at the same time.

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comments: Hello! Please join! It can go a lot of different ways, stumble on the situation, catch Sofia coming out of the closet and have the Ice Queen in your debt, or even be the person in the closet. His criteria is listed above: Rich, Successful and their little affair has been going on for a while. Oh- and he would have to have reason to be at her Father's birthday. Shoot me a PM if you have any questions. Thanks!

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Rich people. Music. Buffet. Mafia. All that you need for a Carmine's Birthday party. However, there was a guest extra, a guest that shouldn't be here according to Lara. The agent was here not for work, but for family reasons even though Mark found an invite for her. She remembered his words "It's not wise what you are trying to do, not during a party full of mafia people, if they find out who you are...that you work for me" her General meant the army with that 'me' and Lara knew that this situation was serious for her. She worked for the army, she should have caught them all instead she was here at the party faking to enjoy this, holding a still full glass of champagne.

In truth, Lara wasn't here for Carmine, but for her aunt, Francesa. She had been dating a Falcone guy and Francesca knew how that family was dangerous, but she kept dating him anyways. The Benedetti family wasn't going to be related to the Falcones, nope. Lara was here to stop all of this madness. But first, she had to find Francesa and this party was the only way where she could find her. Francesa had been like disappeared in the past few months, but she wasn't really disappeared, Francesca didn't want to be disturbed while dating the Falcone guy so she didn't answer to the calls because Francesca knew that her family didn't agree with this...for obvious mafia reasons.

The hotel ballroom was big and very lavish, but Lara already knew the place, her military group had worked here once. However, there was a little difference now, the place was filled with mafia and influential people. Lara tried to conceal herself in the guests, but she wasn't even wearing a dress like the other women. In fact, she was wearing a white blouse with a black waistcoat and black elegant trousers, the shoes were half hidden by the trousers, however they were black too and without heels. Her blonde hair was loose on her shoulders. She was dressed elegant and all that jazz, but she was comfortable too if she needed to run. Lara couldn't know how this party would have ended, obviously she didn't have the intention to make a mess, but she was well-intentioned to do everything that was necessary to take Francesca away from this mafia family. She had to be ready to all the circumstances, that was the way she had been trained.

Her cellphone vibrated for the nth-time, another message from one of her realatives, especially her father who wanted to talk with his sister. Everyone in the Benedetti family was worried about this dating and Lara was here to stop it as if she were the Benedetti's emissary. By now, the full glass of champagne was getting old in her hand, she was holding it only for fitting in with the situation.

So there was this blonde walking around with this glass searching for someone and she ended up in this half-empty hallway. She saw a man going out from a closet and walking towards her then he turned disappearing into a corner. Lara frowned and kept going noticing the door where the man had been.

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He leaned in for one more kiss, propelling Sofia to slap him in the face. His hands tightened into tight first and his anger boiled, though he did nothing in response. Instead he nodded and stormed from the door, slightly disheveled. Sofia took the opportunity alone in the closet to touch up her make-up before she did the same. Smoothing her long black curls, the Falcone Princess slipped back into the hotel hallway. She had given herself enough to time find a new drink and slip back into the ballroom unnoticed. If anyone questioned her disappearance, she already had a number of quick excuses that she could fire back at them.

Closing the closet door quietly behind her, she looked toward the ballroom to make sure that he had not lingered in the hallway for her. However, while he seemed to have grasped the concept and retreated with his tail between his legs, someone else made an appearance. A blonde, petite and unfamiliar stood across the hall. Sofia blinked, not even bothering to look the woman up and down. Her ever persistent frown did not lighten at the appearance of woman. Instead, she was curious as to how much the girl saw and what conclusions she seemed to be drawing from her observation.

“How long have you been standing there?” Sophia demanded an answer, not bothering to ask the woman’s name or introduce herself. Surely the blonde had been attending her father’s party – after all, the hotel was completely booked by the Falcone Family for the evening as if the elaborate building were their own personal castle. Though it was odd that Sofia could not clearly recognize the guest, perhaps she worked for the hotel? In that case Sofia could easily pay her secret to remain just that - a secret. Running her hands down her body to smooth the tight black dress that she wore, she waited impatiently for the blonde to answer. “Well?” She said with a bit more intensity than the last time.


Sophia is wearing: click to see

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Lara remembered the days spent learning to how hide her accent, but this time her Italian accent was useful. She could pass for one of the many guests with no doubt from anybody because of it...and she had an Italian name too, even though giving her true name wasn't wise, but her aunt was going to call her by her true name anyways so there was no point to hide it. She was ready to introduce herself, but Sofia didn't even ask who she was, she just bossed Lara around "I just arrived" she replied with her Italian-Tuscan accent, so the "r" was pronounced in a heavy way, the drink still in her hand.

The music and chatting could be heard from the ballroom, Lara thought that Francesca was in that crowd too, chatting and drinking with a man she should't be dating. Lara felt guilty for a second, she was here to make her aunt unhappy, but then the reason came back in her mind and the guilty feeling went away. The Falcone family was too dangerous. Indeed, they were dangerous, Lara wondered what would they do to her if the cover blew.

Lara rose a brow in a question manner after the replay she gave to Sofia, as if she was saying that she didn't know what the problem was, but she didn't ask of course. The situation was already on the edge by its own too much. Lara not only met Sofia, but she even thought that Lara had seen something that she shouldn't have seen. With the body language, the risen brow, Lara  was intending that she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, meaning that she didn't see anything. Of course, it wasn't true, but she was sure the man didn't even notice her, he seemed enough angry for not wondering who Lara was or even seeing her in the hallway. He seemed to have enough thoughts in his mind already, at least from Lara's point of view.

"I should go now" Lara smiled wishing to Sofia that she enjoy the party, saying it the most polite way possible, Sofia was the daughter of Carmine after all and the guests were supposed to be very obliging. So Lara walked passed her or that was the outcome, but instead the most cliche thing happened: her drink slipped from her hand and the champagne spilled all over Sofia's black dress. And Lara's clumsiness strikes again, ladies and gentlemen! "Dannazione!" she though in Italian biting her lip "Mi scusi!" she apologised in the same language "I'm so sorry! I...I..." she mumbled seeming very sorry, but in truth...she didn't care at all. She was faking it, but in a very actress-way.

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Despite the cause for alarm, Sofia simply stared almost lifelessly at the woman. The persistent and signature frown on her lips didn’t waver for a second and she barely blinked. The woman’s accent confirmed that must be of one of the invited parties to attend the event. It was rare that someone with such vocal characteristics resided in Gotham unless they were tired to the Falcone’s in some manner or fashion. Unless she was faking the accent – which was always a possibility. However, Sofia could not pin point who this woman was. It bothered her, but not enough to resort to anything drastic just yet.

Sofia was a very intimidating woman, with both the power and malicious nature that rivaled many in her family. Her height also seemed to be an advantage in this situation, seeing as she towered over the small blonde. Assuming she was an unwanted witness, the brunette closed the distance between herself and Lara. “What is your name.” She more or less demanded than asked, waiting impatiently for a reply. She didn’t trust this woman but she wanted to make sure that she saw nothing and that she would stifle any assumptions that the blonde might have made from her encounter in the closet.

She was hardly prepared for it, but when it happened, Sofia gritted her teeth in anger as she backed away from the girl. Trying to wipe any excess champagne from the expensive material, she looked from the dress and back to the blonde with a scowl. “Do you know what you have just done?” She growled, anger boiling inside her. The transition from her dull, lifeless expression to this livid, rage-filled one was almost instant. Closing the distance between the blonde once more, she roughly grabbed her by the front of her blouse and moved to shove her against the wall.

“You idiot!” Strings of Italian swear words left her lips. Sofia looked down the hallway to make sure they were still alone. She leaned her face close to Lara’s, “Get in the closet.” She demanded, releasing the tight grip on the girl’s blouse as she observed the material and the rest of her outfit. “Take your clothes off. You are going to trade me.” She gave the girl a chance to comply, glaring threateningly down at her. “Don’t make me say it twice.” The trigger-happy Falcone only had a small blade on her person but she was not above using it to make a point.


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[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Lara hoped she would have not asked. The agent-guest didn't step back when Sofia stepped foward, this was a basic move to make the other feel little and honestly Lara was already little by herself, but only physically. Looks could be deceiving. However, she aswered, she had to keep faking this guest-attitude "Lara" she said simply.

Her hand wanted to twist Sofia's wrist when Carmine's daughter became violent, but Lara told her body to stop. She wasn't an agent now, she was a guest so she had to play that role. So she let Sofia push her against the wall and grab the blouse. Lara never lowered her eyes from Sofia's, observing her anger expression while Lara's one was an union between fear and obligation to do what Sofia was ordering...or at least that was what Lara tried to do. She especially did the fear expression when Sofia called her idiot and started cursing in Italian.

The grip on the blouse was released and Lara felt better, but only for a second. Lara's accident was so clichè and so predictable. "Oh f...I knew it" Lara thought looking down at her now-empty-glass, the traitor. Her clumsiness wasn't the real traitor here because she knew that was a problem so she had to be very careful with the glass, extra-careful. However, the problem was done, let's face the consequences "Sofia wants my clothes!" she thought, damn. Lara's outfit wasn't low-cost, the material was expensive and elegant, Lara had to choose that way because all the guests were supposed to wear expensive stuff.

Lara nodded holding a sigh and entered in the closet, at least Sofia wanted to trade the clothes. The worst would be Sofia wearing Lara's clothes, but without giving some replacement clothes in return. So, Lara went in the most far away part of the closet, hidden by the coats, and put down the glass near her feet then she started to unbutton the blouse, at least she had the bra "Damn you, Francesca" Lara thought taking off the blouse, on her arm there was a bruise that was a souvenir from her last mission, however she could say that she hit the arm somewhere, it was believable seeing her clumsiness.

Lara took off her clothes feeling coldness not only outside, but inside too. Her self-control was on trying to survive this situation. However, she had to admit that she was feeling embarassed and not in the good way. This was humiliating. Lara was behind some coats and she was handing out her clothes to Sofia.

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“Hurry up you little worm!” Sofia bossed as she closed and locked the door of the closet in one swift motion. She waited for the petite blonde to remove her clothes and Sofia quickly did the same, shedding her stained dress so that she could prepare to slip into Lara’s ensemble. The brunette shoved the coats out of her way so that she could watch Lara, eyes in a glare as she waited very impatiently. Sofia did not bother to remove her heels, knowing that she could dress herself without removing them as she had done many times before. This was not her first encounter in a closet, and she had become very skilled at slipping in and out of her clothes.

Noting the large bruise on the blonde’s arm, Sofia did not comment on it – but kept it in mind. She could use it against the girl is she needed too. In fact, the Ice Queen found the desire to force firmly press down on the bruise to cause the blonde a bit of discomfort. That seemed to be a hobby of Sofia’s, and one that seemed to be useful in her line of work – if you could really call it work. Still eyeing the bruise, she refrained on reaching out until Lara moved to hand her the clothes. “Lara who.” Sofia asked, not giving her an option whether or not to avoid the question.

She grabbed Lara’s clothes, though did not hand Lara the dress. In fact, Sofia had no intention of giving it to her in the first place. She hastily slipped on the blonde’s outfit and smoothed it against her curves. It wasn’t on the level of her dress but it would have to do. With a sinister smirk, she grabbed her dress that she had draped over her shoulder, held it equally in both hands and tugged in opposite directions. Tearing the dress in half completely so that the blonde would have nothing to wear, Sofia planned on keeping Lara away from the party at all costs, and she couldn’t allow her to wear the dress that had been designed specifically for her.

“Opps.” Sofia said with absolutely no remorse at all. “How clumsy of me! It appears we have something in common. Don’t we, Lara.” Adjusting the neckline of the blouse, she had to admit that Lara had pretty good taste. It would only appear as if Sofia had decided to change her outfit for the sake of image alone rather than force. The pants were a little short, though she was very tall for a woman and they displayed her heels perfectly.

Sophia is wearing: Lara's clothes.
NOTES: Hope this is alright? Let me know if I need to change <3 You are my favorite

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Sofia, obviously, shoved the coats out of the way so now Lara was in her bellavista underwear. The humilation was getting annoying. Lara leaned against the most far away wall with the arms crossed in front of her. Not that Lara needed to be shameful of something about herself. Her body was fine because of the daily training. However, she didn't like showing it, especially not like this.

Saying her surname was more useful than someone could expect, she had the same surname of Francesca's so Lara could pass for one of Francesca's relatives at the party...and technically she was one so it wasn't even a lie. However, Sofia's tone let only one option "Benedetti" she had to answer.

Then Sofia grabbed her clothes and Lara observed her wearing them. They fit nice even though there was a large cleavage now. Suddenly Sofia did something...well...just saying that her fashion designer wouldn't be happy to know it. Lara was even less happy about it. The blonde here was practically naked and the dress was unwearable!

Lara had to shut her mouth because she wanted to say something very mean and sarcastic, something about being clumsy and Italian...but wait...Sofia here wasn't really an Italian. Nevertheless, she did say nothing looking at the broken dress. She couldn't stay like this! Lara wasn't interested in the party, but she had to meet her aunt! And...even though being half-naked wasn't the strangest thing that happened to her...it was no pleasant so she had to persuade Sofia to let her see Francesca and wear something. Mission Impossible was starting right now.

"I'm a Benedetti, there is already one...my aunt is here...she has been dating one of your cousins for a while now" she explained "May I talk to her, please?" she was again in her obligated attitude. Lara stepped behind one of the coats observing them. If she could not wear any dress then she could wear one of the coats...some of them looked like dresses indeed. However, she knew she was wearing only underwear in that looking-like-dress coat and it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable. So walking between the guests with only a coat wasn't going to be a simple decison to make. However, finding another dress shouldn't be a problem, she could steal one of the waitresses changing it a little.

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Sofia struggled to secure the top buttons, though her ample chest didn’t allow it. With a sigh of frustration she simply gave up. The familiar last name caused her to nod simply, though she said nothing more about the matter. She allowed the silence to envelope the closet before Sofia allowed a sigh to fall from her lips. "Lara Benedetti; the clumsy fool.” She stated, simply for her own amusement. She soaked up the reaction as she ripped her dress. She was sad to see it go, but she was not going to reward the little fool with a designer dress. Sofia could have more made for herself that would rival the detail and price of the one that she had just ruined.

How did she know that name, though? Sofia didn’t have to think for long. Lara answered the question that was on the tip of the brunette’s tongue. Her aunt was dating a Viti. A sinister smile curled onto Sofia’s lips. “So if your aunt is dating my cousin, I don’t quite understand why you are here.” Sofia stated, tapping her chin as she leaned against the door. She wasn’t allowing Lara to leave, though she didn’t assume that the woman would try to bolt in her current condition.

The heiress pretended to contemplate the blonde’s request. “You want me to do you a favor….so I am going to need a favor in return.” Sofia said with a smirk. “You have a minute to make yourself useful to me and tell me what you can offer and if you prove to do so I will go get your Aunt and bring her to you directly” Her smile vanished. " ….though if you fail to prove your worth, I call the police and tell them I was attacked by a party-crashing, psychotic, half-naked woman and have you carted off.” Sofia laughed and pulled out her phone. “Your minute is halfway up.” She informed dully, prepared to make the call.

Sophia is wearing: Lara's clothes.

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

She was hating this act. Everything about it. She had to be obligated to Sofia only because she had to wear the guest-mask. All the guests had to be very kind to Sofia despite of her behaviour because she was Carmine's daughter. However, Lara really just wanted to punch that spoiled girly chick in the face. But she couldn't. Nope. She had to keep a polite manner despite of everything. And she was almost naked too. Lara's will was telling her to pick up that glass and punch her with it, but her trained side told her to control herself. So, that's what she was doing: controlling herself.

Lara kept looking at Sofia from behind the coats, her obbligated-guest mask still on. She had the intention to answer, but Sofia's next words took all the attention "Oh...! Mark would love that! she thought sarcastically when Sofia talked about the police. Lara imagined his face when finding out that Lara had been arrested...half-naked. However...maybe it was better if she got arrested than doing a favor to the Falcone family because if Lara had to do a favor to them...then her military group had to too "C'mon girl! Find a way out of this...there is always a way out!" she couldn't let the group involved in this. A favor to that family was too much.

Tick-tock...Lara's eyes lowered towards Sofia's phone. It was true that there was always a way out...in fact Lara could easily escape from this situation...running was her speciality, but she couldn't do that. She was here for a motive...well...that sounded liked she was going to murder someone. In this moment, Lara was so angry with her aunt that she was keen to the thought of killing her aunt...it was her fault if she was in this situation. Dannazione. Of course, it was just an angry thought.

"What kind of favor would you want from me?" she asked rising a brow. She had skills...because she had been trained...so...actually she could do a favor to her, but she had to face the consequences too, alone, no group to support her because this was a problem of hers, it was unfair letting her group, and Mark, pay for this. She was going to say that Sofia could ask whatever she wanted, but Lara didn't kill "I know that you know people who can do illegal stuff, but I can do it better" no pun intended "You can add me on the list of the people who can do illegal stuff for you...like stealing stuff" Lara stated with a sigh.

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Sofia released a loud sigh of impatience when Lara didn’t instantly list of endless favors that she might complete. While the young brunette wasn’t going to sit there and explain ever illegal or necessary favor that she needed in the containment of a coat closet, she still hoped that the blonde might get somewhat creative with a response. She kept her eyes on the time, still blocking the doorway in an intimidating fashion when the blonde finally responded with a question. Sofia rolled her dark eyes before they focused on the girl before her. “Hmm, let’s see. What would you consider yourself good at, little Lara?” The queen mocked.

Her lips were nothing more than a thin, emotionless line as Lara tried to reason with her. “Hmph.” She managed finally, “I don’t know what you are talking about. In fact, I am almost offended that you are suggesting that I am involved in illegal activities.” She placed her hand over her ample chest as if she were offended, though a sinister smile stretched across her lips. It seemed as though little Lara had finally gotten the point. Sofia reached into the pocket of the nearest coat and fumbled around in it until she found a pin.

Sofia approached the blonde and closed in the distance between them. “Give me your arm.” She ordered, grabbing ahold of the woman’s wrist and extending her arm for her. She clicked the pen and began to write an address on her white skin, half waiting for a reaction but giving the woman a chance to comply. “Tell me, little peste, what does your aunt look like.” Sofia asked, though there was very little interest in her tone.

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

Lara saw all of this happening very quickly. Next thing she knew was that apparently Sofia had accepted her offer "What have I done?" Lara thought, she couldn't do illegal stuff for Sofia, but she couldn't even have all the Falcone family against her or the Benedettis would be in danger too. The way out could turn out to be dangerous.

Lara looked at Sofia taking a pen. She frowned, but then understood the obvious when Sofia asked for her arm. Lara was going to do it, but Sofia was quicker grabbing her wrist and started writing what appeared to be an address. Lara knew better than start complying, it wasn't the time to be insoburdinate, too late for that "Francesca has black hair with a black and white dress, she is always by your cousin's side" she noticed the little pest thing, but held her tongue.

Lara was hating this. She wasn't like this. All weak, without doing anything but accepting the abuse. And she had to do an illegal job too. Fantastico. This couldn't go better. Her body was still with no clothes on and her skin was showing that Lara was feeling the cold. She had to put something on.

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Little Lara had made a very big mistake by providing Sofia with someone that she cared truly about. The hot-tempered brunette now had something that she could hold over the woman’s head and use to manipulate her. “Be at this address, Monday at 5 a.m. sharp. I don’t accept tardiness. And I recommend you do show up – or I can guarantee a nasty break-up for your dear auntie.” Sofia sent a sinister smile down at the blonde as she finished writing the address. There was nothing particularly illegal at the site that she requested Lara to arrive at. Sofia wasn’t stupid. The address was one of the many Italian restaurants in Gotham – though this one in particular was in a great deal of debt toward the Falcone family. This was mostly a test – to see if Lara was smart enough to show up for not only her own sake, but the Benedetti’s in general. From that point on she would decide how Lara could make up the debt that she had created to Sofia.

“Ahh, I remember her introduction.” She claimed as she put a name with the face. This was all too perfect. “I will send her your way….and I will see you Monday morning, little Lara.” She declared. Slipping out of the closet with a smile on her face, she made sure that no one was around so that she did not have the same problem twice. On Monday she would drill the blonde regarding what it is she had witnessed – or if she even had noticed one of Sofia’s many lovers leaving the closet only moments before she did.

Once she arrived in the ballroom, Sofia took her sweet time to sip some champagne and toast her father. The toasts continued after her initial one, which was when the brunette had decided that Lara had spent enough time mostly naked in the dark. She approached her cousin and Lara’s aunt, striking up a seemingly innocent conversation before gesturing for Francesca to come closer. “Your niece has had a bit too much to drink, I’m afraid. She’s in the closet down the hall- the second one on the right. Perhaps you should go check on her. But- you know what is kind of funny? I don’t remember inviting her at all. Surely wouldn’t be so rude as to invite your own guest to a closed event. Hmmm.” Sofia didn’t care if her lie didn’t sound convincing or insulting. The woman left to go checkup Lara with a look of concern and worry on her face.

[Lara Allen-Benedetti]

That's it. Lara was here to prevent her family to have connections with the Falcones and instead she herself was making these connections. How ironic. Well, at least she was going to quit Francesca's relationship. Lara saw the address and frowned thinking "The Italian restaurant? But Mark brings us there sometimes...what the...?" Mark had to know that the restaurant was in the mafia's hands.

Time passed, of course Sofia was making her wait, however Lara felt something funny while thinking about the fact that she made Sofia do something for her. Lara took one of the guests' coats and put it on, did look like a dress of some sort on her because it was big for Lara. In that moment, the door opened and her aunt walked inside. The two looked at each other for few seconds...then started arguing in Italian. The most quiet argue that they ever had. Speaking in Italian, the two gesticulated and whispered harsh words, but at the end Lara made her aunt see the address "Vedi? Questo succede a stare con una famiglia come la loro" Francesca shook her head "Devi andare per forza?" Lara nodded and francesca closed her eyes with a sad sigh "Va bene, va bene...ho capito...me ne andrò subito domani...nel frattempo vedo di procuarti dei vestiti da una delle cam..." Lara smiled shaking her head "No, non far loro credere che mi stai aiutando, anzi, tutto il contrario, domani vattene, sparisci subito, okay?" Francesca nodded and the two hugged "Sai...questa è la sua giacca" Lara opened her mouth in disbelief "Mi prendi in giro?!" Francesca shook her head with a smirk while Lara put it off "Devi ritornare alla festa, domani devi ritornare in Italia" then the aunt left returning to the party.

Lara knew that this wasn't going to end well. Sure, she made her aunt change her mind about helping her because otherwise she wouldn't succeed to leave in the first place, but at the end, his amoroso would have understood that something was wrong and went searching for her, maybe threating the Benedetti's family too. This was a mess, but at least there was not going to be an union between the two families "..and Falcone is here...well..." Lara sighed, thinking about it hadn't been a good idea.

Francesca came back at the party "I don't want to speak with Lara ever again!" the cousin of Sofia frowned "Do you want me to speak with her?" Francesca sighed "She was leaving, just...just..." another sigh "...let's try to enjoy the party" the cousin smiled and kissed Francesca who was already sad about leaving him. Yes, it was true that the all family was horrible and dangerous, especially she remembered that when she saw the address on Lara's arm, but still...her lover was nice to her, but her own family had to come first. Francesca smiled to her boyfriend when he said something to her and they continued to enjoy the party.